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Roar

you shattered meinto a thousand tiny piecesof my untamed self,and for once,i roared. — Jadine Lydia

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She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes… — Lord Byron

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Because I could not stop for Death –

Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –The Carriage held but just Ourselves –And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility – — Emily Dickinson

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What Gorgeous Thing

I do not know what gorgeous thingThe bluebird keeps saying,His voice easing out of his throat,beak, body into the pink airof the early morning.  I like itwhatever it is.  — Mary Oliver

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Jian Jia

蒹葭苍苍,白露为霜。所谓伊人,在水一方。 The reeds and rushes are deeply green,The white dew has turned to frost.The one of whom I think,Is somewhere by the water’s edge. –《蒹葭》 (Jian Jia)

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Modern Art

What a splendid anagram the evening makes:A cubist Babel of ochre and cerulean,bleached by the moonlight,sentineled by the raptor,and anchored by two tiny souls, like pawns on a chessboard. — Jujube

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They All Tried

They all triedthe earthen vase,the pale sunlight,and even the blue on the wall.They all tried to hold us together.But we still manage to stand out, to reach far,to fall – because it’s fun this way. — Jujube

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Stars, Like Water Flowing

Stars, like water flowing from a jar, sprinkled upon the night. Like an artist from afar, painting a perfect light. A light veil of star light glows, touching our wandering heart. As we watch, nature shows, the true beauty of sacred art! — Rebecca Wiles

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Sea-Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. — John Masefield

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Watching the Blue Sea

The ancient stone stands tall and steep,As surging waters dance below.Hazy gold bleeds into mist,where turquoise flourishes in salt-washed glow. –jujube

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